Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

"Put out the fire..."

"Yes."

31. The Fells Family

The fire was quickly extinguished.

The charred and damaged frame was visible...

"Be careful!"

Someone from the gang reminded them.

"It's nothing...it's probably long dead, hahaha..."

The inspector laughed and prepared to step into the carriage.

Whoosh!

Several sharp, piercing whistles rang out, unexpectedly striking several figures standing outside the bus, like bullets hitting vital points with pinpoint accuracy! The man who stepped onto the bus had just lifted his back foot when his head exploded in blood, and he fell straight down.

Thump thump...

In the blink of an eye, all five or six gangsters were killed.

The unseen murder weapon fell to the ground, replaced by blood-stained pebbles...

Swish!

The mafia members were startled and quickly raised their guns.

Their own men died just like that… The gold-rimmed glasses-wearing man, the leader, remained unmoved, his expression completely calm. He flicked away the half-smoked cigarette butt, “As expected… it’s not that easy to deal with…”

He noticed that the three cars behind the bus had turned off their headlights.

Looks like they've already been taken down!

Under the gaze of many eyes, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a blurry figure strolled over from a distance, one hand in his pocket, the other constantly tossing a pile of pebbles.

Unharmed, Oboro glanced at the bus she had slept on the whole way, and at the smell of barbecue mingling with the air, and let out a soft sigh.

The moment he saw the Mafia... he knew he had been exposed!

Was discovered.

In less than two years, he amassed a fortune in the Sky Arena by manipulating match results, and now has a net worth of tens of billions. Although he has diverted his funds to casinos of all sizes to try to avoid being noticed, the probability of being discovered is increasing as time goes on.

Entertainment industries like casinos are mostly backed by organized crime... and they often have a monopoly in a certain area. In other words, even if someone separates the casino to place bets, they actually win all the money from one person.

Hundreds of billions is not a small amount; it's like he's catching a sheep and frantically fleecing it.

Long's winning strategy, within a certain amount and time frame, can avoid trouble... but he's a bit too greedy.

There's no way around it... who doesn't love money?

Another point is... he didn't really take the Mafia that seriously.

For the past few years, Oboro had been focused on his training, including at the Sky Arena, and had not really had much contact with society or the world. His understanding of the underworld was limited to his memories of the original story, but now... he had witnessed it firsthand.

This was also a 'gift' prepared by the gang for him as he began to integrate into this world.

“Although you’ve used some cunning, the casino’s cash outflow is substantial, clearly documented in the ledgers, and all related to your matches… Your winning probability is 100%, it’s hard not to be suspicious.” Guan Long was still alive, and the bespectacled man remained unfazed. A heavy smoker, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapped them in his hand, and lit one. “When we open our doors for business, the Phils family welcomes normal gamblers with open arms… but for someone like you, we can only use a shotgun!”

Whoosh whoosh.

Before the gang could fire again, Oboro had already made his move.

He walked along, the pebbles in his hand.

The guns shot out like marbles, with a speed and power exceeding that of bullets. Almost every gunman standing in front of the bespectacled man was blown in the head and fell backward.

"kill him!"

The bespectacled man gave the order in a cold voice.

Our side has the advantage, and even if a few fall, it won't stop their counterattack.

Pistols, rifles... all burst into flames.

In an instant, a hail of bullets erupted on the highway as the man walked towards them step by step.

clap clap clap...

The gangsters' bullets landed on Oboro, falling to the ground and covering the road... without even damaging his clothes.

A guy carrying a cannon licked his lips, ready to give Oboro a good beating... but as soon as he squatted down, a pebble pierced his face.

As the distance closed, the number of deaths on the gang's side also increased... The bespectacled man's eyes darkened.

"Stop! You can't handle him..."

At that moment, a voice rang out from the crowd, and the gang members stopped fighting one after another, parting to the sides to make way.

A man with messy hair and a conspicuous scar on his face stepped out of a car, a cold smile on his face. He was twirling a butterfly knife in his hand, the small weapon moving with such agility that it became a terrifying flash of silver light.

"Such ferocious beasts should be left to professional hunters like myself to handle..."

The man stood at the very front.

"It's troublesome."

The bespectacled man said something to him and gestured for all his companions to step back.

Long stopped, stepping on the spent cartridge cases scattered on the ground.

He squandered all the pebbles in his hand.

Oboro also heard what the other person said.

He glanced at the man who was blocking his way and even trying to kill him, and smiled slightly: "You seem very confident that you can kill me?"

He had sensed it early on: there was a Nen user hiding in the car.

"Hehehe... The Sky Arena is nothing but a playground for a bunch of low-level Nen users. Don't think that people like them can stand on equal footing with someone like me who walks in the shadows year-round and lives a life of constant danger! We are the true hunters who live in the jungle of death and follow the laws of the food chain..." The man said, raising his dagger and assuming an attack stance.

"Judging from your thoughts and your eyes... you're right, you must have some skills."

Long smiled gently.

A bloodthirsty smile spread across the man's face. "So... which part of your body should we start cutting from...?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the man's hand holding the knife became unsteady.

The scar's pupils shrank to pinpoints...

He didn't blink from beginning to end, his gaze fixed on the target without shifting even slightly... But at this moment, the other party appeared in front of him in a bizarre way. He didn't notice, didn't get any warning, and didn't even see the trajectory and movements of the sudden attack.

The man immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"I only said your skills are barely passable... I wasn't praising you."

In that instant close proximity, Long didn't immediately attack. Instead, she leaned forward, bringing her face close to Scarface's, just a few centimeters apart, their eyes meeting.

Observing his trembling eyes and the way he was trying so hard to hide his fear and unease, he said softly.

"Ahhhh!"

The man yelled, and the blade in his hand transformed into a silver thread, slicing towards Long's throat.

Snapped!

But Oboro's hand also swiftly pierced through the afterimage, grabbing the other's wrist without even looking. With a forceful pull of his fingers, Scarface's wrist snapped with a crack.

"Ah!"

The man shouted again.

His face twitched violently.

"No way... Someone like you, who walks on the edge of death, would feel pain from such a minor injury? That shouldn't be the case..." Long squinted and chuckled.

Immediately, the other hand swung out.

The immense force tore apart the neck of the Nen user in front of them, shattering his skull.

There is no whole body in death.

Some Nen users who operate underground year-round are indeed different from those in the Heavens Arena. While not all Heavens Arena contestants are 'greenhouse flowers,' at least most of them live in relatively healthy environments... The environment has a great influence on a person.

From this perspective, those in the underground world who engage in assassination and mercenary relationships do indeed have some reason to be proud.

Every battle they face is a life-or-death struggle, often involving desperate situations. Their enemies are mostly ruthless criminals, and the energy and will that a person can unleash in the face of life-or-death choices is not to be underestimated... This level of danger is far greater than the 200th floor of the Sky Arena.

However, this scarred man... is clearly not included in this category.

Their skill level is slightly better than the noobs on the 200th floor, but that's about it.

Blood was still gushing from the cut on Scarface's neck, quickly staining the ground red and forming a pool of blood.

Long shook the filth off his hands, his gaze passing over the silent group of gang members and landing on the composed, bespectacled man.

The latter remained calm and composed, showing no signs of panic, unlike his subordinates who had begun to show fear.

He even stared directly into Oboro's eyes with complete composure...

For the Mafia, such bloody scenes and deaths are not only commonplace, but have long been a part of their lives.

"Yes... the person is already dead."

"Sorry, boss... I couldn't get rid of him."

The man with glasses was on the phone.

"okay, I get it."

After a moment, he put down his phone.

He walked towards Oboro step by step.

He looked at Lonely with a playful expression... finding it very interesting.

Most people would feel fear and anxiety when facing death; it's instinctive… With so many people dead, he thought the others would scatter or fight desperately out of desperation, but… that didn't happen. The discipline and mental fortitude of this mafia group far exceeded his expectations.

"Congratulations... you've escaped with your life!"

The bespectacled man walked up to Long and said calmly.